Inspired by an Australian rain storm
Dry earth, a parched and weary soul takes blessing from the rain and seeks to drink its fill, to wash its dusty face among the leaves where parrots call, startled by the fall, they scream in harsh defiance of a laden sky and fly to shelter fluffed and wet in outrage at the dripping trees, which bend and tease and wave their hands in damp delight shivering and dancing at the power of the passing shower a green and most entrancing sight
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